My life always seemed so dim,
Just b/c of them.
I never thought it could get better.
I had started to write my suicide letter.
I wanted to feel the pain,
Of when I'd cut my vein.
I never thought anyone cared.
I was just so scared.
Tomorrow was the day.
I would finally go away.
I went to school that day,
Ready to go ahead and pay.
I saw everyone walking down the hall.
Yet one girl was against the wall.
She wasn't the same,
Like the others that were lame.
She seemed like me.
So I had to go up and see.
She soon became my friend,
And helped me to mend.
Till this day,
I shall say,
As I sit here and sigh,
She is the reason I didn't die.
